Apparently, the ludicrous jungle-monster flick "Anaconda," featuring an
enormous, very peckish man-eating snake and Jon Voight doing the most inane
South American accent in film history, wasn't bad enough. With its multiple
giant, human-gulping slitherers, "Anacondas: The Hunt for the Blood Orchid"
equates more and bigger with better. In fact, "Anacondas" is worse that its
crappy predecessor. And it's not enough that the premise and script ignore
actual zoology, geography and any kind of scientific reason. "Anacondas"
fails miserably, because it's a shoddy, predictable, written-by-committee
B-movie with no charm. A greed-driven pharmaceutical research team heads into
the wilds of Borneo by boat to harvest a super-rare orchid that blooms only
once every seven years and may harbor enzymes to cure terminal disease and
ensure long life. But something lurks in the river. The digitally rendered
passel of serpents is, if possible, phonier and cheaper-looking than what
snaked around in "Anaconda." Even with the somewhat recognizable Morris
Chestnut on board as the team's financial manager, the no-name cast sucks.
Alas, no one approaches the supremely hysterical awfulness of Voight 
unless you count the humiliating hip-hop Stepin Fetchit routine of Eugene
Byrd as the expedition's computer expert. There should be more hissing at
the screen than there is on the screen.